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Skepticism - By Silent Wings lyrics
Sweet is the air under the forceful wings Sharp is the gaze to read Reflections from distant lakes Whispers from distant woods Calls from distant mountains That brings summonings from the ones with the swords Come, carry the seeds Of storms Come, satisfy the lust and the craving Come, fleet, come By silent wings |
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